Strong, leather, precision tipped
Held in a hand in complete control
Tame my inner whims
Strike from me my soul
Under your guided hand
I become what I need to be
Released with each crack and sting
Me true self is set free
Petulant yet reluctant
I bend not the knee but waist
Bent over clothes free
I simply wait
“Count aloud.” A simple command
Comfortably said before
Crack and sting. One
Crack. Two. Sting. Three
Tears and clarity
The calm of an empty mind
Yours to shape
Mine to obey
Black corded whip
My simple salvation
Take me away
From every situation
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